THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

David offered a warm smile to the confused and disoriented Scott. "Why the smile?" Scott asked, clearly perplexed.

David's eyes sparkled with a sense of insight. "I can see a bright future for you," he replied nonchalantly with a shrug.

"Are you kidding me? I have no idea what to do," Scott exclaimed wearily. "I need, like, a manual on how to be an alpha or something." His voice carried a note of desperation.

"Scott, none of us knew what to do at first," David reassured him in a composed tone. "That boy carries a heavy weight within himself. You need to help him to redirect it."

Scott's concern grew. "But he can be dangerous," he argued.

"That's precisely why he needs our help," David concluded before taking a seat on the bench next to Scott.

"I thought I could finally focus on school. But now Kate's back, I have a beta, and there's this whole Deadpool mess, and I don't know what to do," Scott confessed, the burden of his responsibilities weighing on him.

"Our names are on that list, Scott. I daresay that's the most urgent matter at hand," David responded, his voice steady, even though his internal turmoil raged beneath the surface.

In the economy class with the coach, Stiles couldn't help but notice the end of a lacrosse stick - it bore the unmistakable hexagonal shape seen in the lethal wounds of the most recent victim. The logical deduction was that the killer was most likely in the lacrosse team.

Hence, Alistair found himself, alongside Stiles, Scott, and Kira, in the coach's office, embroiled in a mission to locate the murder weapon.

"Okay, I think this is just stupid," Alistair commented, earning pointed glances from the others. He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "If I had a favorite killing stick, I certainly wouldn't leave it lying around at school."

Kira suggested, "Maybe we should try to get the game canceled."

Scott countered, "Playing the game might be the best way to catch the killer red-handed."

Alistair and Stiles exchanged incredulous glances, seemingly bewildered by Scott's plan.

"And what if we catch him red-handed, bathing in the blood of his victim? A victim that could be either of you two." Stiles retorted sardonically, his finger dramatically pointing towards Scott and Kira.

Alistair chimed in with a tone of concern, "The problem is that we don't really know anything about the list."

"Who made it? How do they make it? How did the do a supernatural census? They know about every single one." Added Stiles.

In the end, their collective efforts yielded nothing substantial. A sense of futility hung in the air as they grappled with the harsh reality that there was no discernible way to halt the lacrosse game.

As they strolled across the sunlit parking lot, the sound of a distant commotion drifted toward them, piquing their curiosity. Alistair, along with the others, made his way closer to the source of the disturbance, and it wasn't long before Alistair's keen eye discerned one of the central figures – none other than Liam. He stood face to face with a tall, strikingly handsome guy.

Alistair couldn't help but notice the earnestness in Liam's attempts to greet the taller boy. However, the response he received was a cruel, mocking laughter that made something stir inside of Alistair. The emotional turmoil within him intensified as he witnessed Liam's rapidly deteriorating mood, his anger building with each passing moment.